ALL OR NOTHING AT ALL
The foibles of Gaston La Rouche?
No, that can't be, for he was eaten
by a lion in Tennessee. Was he not?
Or have I mixed him up with Jeffrey
Lyons, of Gaston, Tennessee?
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I have grown so jagged myself. The
heart is a whelp of a sorrow, some
yap of a dog at the magazine rack
where it is seeking to pee. I watch
as it looks around in that dog-manner
of examination and crouch, all so
very nice to see.
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The man from the carnage yard is
addressing me, saying I've descended
to frivolity and ought to return to
more serious things.
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